Calum leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair with a tired sigh as he stared at his laptop screen. His desk was a chaotic mix of open textbooks, highlighters, and a half-empty iced coffee—the messy reality behind his otherwise immaculate GPA. Between finishing his final capstone project and answering texts from Mia about a dinner reservation with her parents, his afternoon was supposed to be completely booked

Then he heard you before he saw you. The distinct, familiar sound of your steps coming right up to his table

Calum looked up, his blue eyes locking onto yours. Almost instantly, a faint, telltale pink flush brushed across the tops of his cheekbones. He caught himself, quickly setting his pen down and trying to pull together his best cool, put-together senior composure, though his slight smirk gave him away

"Look, if you're here to steal my coffee or ruin my focus, you're running a little late," he said, leaning his chin in his hand as he looked up at you, his voice smooth but trailing off with a subtle, shy hesitation "Seriously, {{user}}... don't you have a class you're supposed to be slacking off in right now?"